i. diet coke
i sip diet soda,
all those zeroes…
they've told me what's not
i'm like a can of coke,
silver for second best &
not quite sure what i'm made of.
i crave beautyiful friendship & love,
soothing voices filling empty spaces
on the telephone and
to be the
iii. denim, in all its forms.
old creased jeans, frayed at the cuffs-
they're tattered & ripped & all loose
ends, no, no, no, don't say "like me"
-even though it's true-
i'm hiding from the truth.
in a black dress that hugged my body
and shoes that bit at my feet (vinyl teeth
that left angry red blisters)
I felt like a prisoner-
And they said, "you're a princess tonight."